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"Gunboat, ahoy!" roared Captain Jack, snatching up a megaphone and holding it to his lips. The response was prompt. In less than three minutes a cutter, containing an officer, a corporal and four marines, was alongside. "The first thing for us to do is to take that cylinder aboard the 'Waverly' and investigate it," decided Ensign Foss.
And the look in his eyes springing up naked and startled was a thing easy to read. For it was the look of fear! Winifred Waverly tried to tell herself that it was fear for her, at seeing her in Thornton's arms. But she knew that it was not. Nor was it fear for himself, not mere physical fear of Thornton. Already she knew of her uncle that the man was no coward.
During the early days on The Evening Sun he had a room in a little house at 108 Waverly Place, and took his meals in the neighborhood where he happened to find himself and where they were cheapest. He usually spent his week-ends in Philadelphia, but his greatest pleasure was when he could induce some member of his family to visit him in New York.
In one instant the mind which had been so intent upon these things a girl's writing was telling him forgot Winifred Waverly, Henry Pollard, Broderick everything except that which was happening at his side.
"But why not here?" she cried insistently in sudden irritation that upon all matters this man dictated to her and dictated so assuredly. "One place is as good as another." "This one isn't, Miss Waverly. There's a tough lot here, and there are no women among them. So we'll have to make it to Smith's. Do you want to rest a while?" "No," she cried sharply. "Let's hurry and get it over with!"
A little flush ran up into his face under Thornton's level glance, and Buck laughed softly. "Who's the girl, Bud?" he challenged. "Aw, go chase yourself," Bud flung back at him, but with a reddening grin. To Thornton came a swift inspiration. "Wonder if Miss Waverly will be over from the Corners?" he asked. "Dunno," Bud replied innocently, so innocently that Thornton laughed again.
If I had just one wish I'd wish I was a man, an' I'd just grab you up in my arms an' I wouldn't stop goin' until I set you down in front of a preacher. Come here an' let Mother Mary kiss you." "There's a woman with brains for you, Buck," chuckled Broderick. Thornton, though he agreed very heartily just then, did so in silence. "It's Winifred Waverly," went on Broderick carelessly.
Just a few of the men, however, lent additional color to the scene. These were officers and midshipmen from the "Waverly," who came attired in the handsome blue, gold-braided dress uniforms of the service. Among the guests of the hotel who attended the dance were Jacob Farnum and his two young submarine experts; Jack Benson and Hal Hastings.
Both swimmers struck out strongly, yet silently, making fast progress through the water by means of some of the best strokes known to swimmers. When they reached the port side of the submarine Williamson was still below. Nor had the attention of the marine guard on the "Waverly" been attracted.
Anyway, that's her look-out, an' I'll see her within half a dozen miles of the border. You'll turn off this side the Poison Hole, huh?" "I'll turn off right here, and right now. I've got a curiosity, John," and his voice was harder than Winifred Waverly had ever heard it, "to know a thing or two about the way my horse went lame.